It’s the 27th day of November and the 27th day of NaBloPoMo. While today’s theme is supposed to be Christmas, I’m going rogue and talking about our disastrous Thanksgiving instead. Don’t forget to read yesterday’s post about how Hubby and I went rogue and bought a house without seeing it in person!
When I designed my list of NaBloPoMo themes, I thought I might use today to talk about Christmas, because I am one of those people who gets into the Christmas spirit early. Like, let’s get Halloween and Thanksgiving out of the way already so we can make some fucking Christmas cookies! (And if you’re a celebrate-Christmas-before-Thanksgiving-er, more power to you!)
But today, instead of looking forward to Christmas, I find myself reflecting on how this past Thanksgiving was something of a disaster. Before your imagination runs away with you, let me just say that most things food-related turned out really well (with a gravy exception discussed below). So why was our Thanksgiving so disappointing? Would it give it away if I suggested we rename it Pukesgiving?
Half of us got a horrible, pukey, 24-hour stomach bug. It all started when I heard my sister-in-law (SIL) puking in the bathroom on Friday night. She puked twice and then had a headache and chills. Then I woke up at about 1am Saturday morning and vomited my brains out. I threw up 4 more times before actual morning. And then Ell-Bell barfed all over herself and our bed at about 3am. And at 4am Hubby spewed an unbelievable amount of his insides out, developed the most violent shivers I’ve ever seen, and then buried himself deep under the covers and became totally dead to the world. When K-Man woke up for the day at 7am, he said his tummy hurt. Uh oh. Over the next 8 hours, he managed to chuck on the rug, the sofa, and the kitchen floor. Who knew two-year-olds had so much room in their tummies?
I continued to vomit every 1-2 hours for the first half of Saturday, and then I felt like death warmed over for the rest of the day. Hubby was only out of bed between the hours of 11am and 6pm, and when he was up, he was pretty much just sitting on the couch moaning and shivering. We have no idea what happened to make us all so sick. Food poisoning is one potential culprit, but we couldn’t isolate anything that only the sick folks ate, so who knows.
It was pretty brutal, though. There we were with guests who had come all this way to see us, and we could barely function enough to keep our kids alive, let alone be good hosts. And if I’m being completely honest, I was pretty bitter that Hubby just helped himself to bed, leaving me solely responsible for our two little vomiting munchkins. Have you ever tried to clean up toddler vomit alone while keeping a crawling and curious baby at bay? All while trying to soothe your own ever-increasing urge to barf?
On the bright side, I lost 3 pounds in a day!
Aside from the pukefest, there were the inevitable awkward interpersonal shenanigans that just made the whole weekend kind of uncomfortable. Caution, major vent sesh ahead.
My SIL and her husband (BIL) would not stop with their miserable bickering. It was kind of my fault that they weren’t getting along to begin with. We were talking about BIL’s little brother, and I mentioned something about the brother’s fairly unusual and newly-diagnosed medical condition. Well, unbeknownst to me, I wasn’t supposed to know about said medical condition. So BIL really let SIL have it about telling secrets that were not hers to tell. Never one to leave a damsel in distress, I rushed to her defense: “To be fair, I think I heard about it from [SIL’s dad].” And then BIL proceeded to flip out because he didn’t know that SIL had told her dad about it either. So, yeah, I was super helpful there.
But they kept up with their fighting all weekend, and it was majorly uncomfortable. SIL was a grumpy buttface and treated BIL like dirt, and BIL made no effort to tone down his “go fuck yourselfs” in front of us or the kids. I have never had to change the subject so much in my life!
BIL was also weirdly combative with Hubby and me about things that just don’t matter. Like, why didn’t we have a baby gate at the top of our stairs? What if K-Man suddenly developed a sleep walking habit and fell down the stairs in the middle of the night? Why did K-Man’s training potty have a liftable top lid on it? What was that for? And back when I had a job, why did I choose to eat breakfast at work instead of at home? BIL also insisted on taking charge of the gravy for the Thanksgiving meal because “Americans don’t know how to do gravy right” (he’s from the UK). Guys, he totally wrecked it. It tasted like watered-down Turkey butt. While that may be the approximate technical definition of gravy, can I kindly introduce you to my two friends, salt and butter? I wouldn’t hold it against him if he hadn’t thrown out the whole “Americans don’t know how to…” business.
Also, K-Man and my nephew did not get along. At all. Which we expected because they’re both two, and when you’re two, you couldn’t give any shits about caring through sharing. But my god, could 3 seconds go by before they were both screaming and rolling on the floor, wrestling over a stupid toy that neither one of them wanted to use only moments before? And of course both sets of parents had to run to the rescue, and there were all kinds of awkward politics as we tried not to directly accuse the other couple’s child of being a complete asshole.
Finally, SIL and BIL just made themselves a little too at home for my taste. The kind of petty stuff that shouldn’t bother normal people, but I have trouble letting go:
- SIL decided it would be fun to let her son do sensory play with a bowl full of cranberries on our floor. She made no effort to clean up or apologize when he spilled them everywhere, stepped on them, peeled them, and smushed them into our carpets. What the fuck?
- My nephew was completely naked from the waist down approximately 79% of the time. Too much baby penis for me. And maybe you could have your kid put some pants on before he rubs his bare butt all over my furniture?
- My SIL’s bra broke and she had to borrow one of mine for the rest of the visit. Is it just a little bit weird that she only brought one bra?
Okay okay. Petty complaints aside, it really was good to see family for a few days. And SIL and BIL really stepped up to the plate when Hubby and I were drowning in puke on Saturday. My SIL even cleaned up one of K-Man’s vomit piles. That’s the real deal.
Nevertheless, this introvert is exhausted and ready to recharge alone at home for a few days.
Until next time,